I work in the department of a company that deals with the environment, and because of this, I must attend to many meetings with the CEO and CFO of the company.
I see her around the office. This woman has consumed my fantasies. She is a striking woman in her late 40's that looks after a senior officers of the firm I work for. She wears tailored clothes, usually skirts, with killer shoes. She wears her dark brown hair swept up in a bun of sorts and wears glasses when she is working at her computer. I have no idea if she is married, divorced, single or what.
As her office is right outside of the CFO's office, she is secluded from the "working" class of middle management. I see her at her desk when I have to discuss legal briefs with the CFO from time to time. Sometimes, I have the great fortune of being in the coffee room when she comes in, china mug in hand. She always smiles, and pours coffee into her cup and says a husky, "have a great day" as she leaves. I have every time, just wanted to run after her. The faint sexy smell of her, lingers, and I think "God, I want to smell her on my skin".
One day, she came into the coffee room, china cup in hand, and one of the other guys from my department was in there with me. Mike said to her, "I hear the Boss is away on vacation. What are you doing here?" She turned to look at him, one eyebrow up, and stated "Just because the Boss is away, doesn't mean the company stops working." To which she gave a quiet husky chuckle. I could see the bubble above her head thinking, "silly kid". I would hate for her to think of me that way. I got up, and as she gave her "have a great day", I followed her out to the hallway, and told her that should she need anything while the Boss was away, to be sure to call me. Again, her eyebrow went up, but she thanked me and smiled good bye.
I walked back to my office, and closed my door, which is normal as I can't think with the daily sounds of the office; the various conversations and telephones ringing. My mind and thoughts were swirling with the smell and vision of this beautiful woman. Her smile at me burned into my memory. I sat in my leather chair behind my desk and spun it around so I was overlooking the staff parking lot. I could not see the cars or anything else for that matter, as my mind was looking at her. I started to fantasy about her, something I try not to do at work. I always fantasize about her, at home in the shower or in bed. Occasionally, I have fantasized about her while fucking another woman. When I open my eyes, I am always let down it isn't her beautiful brown eyes I see.
But, oh my, today, she was breathtaking! I notice every detail about her when I see her. Today she was wearing a soft pink button up collared blouse, that showed very little cleavage. But, you could see a faint lace edge, and I notice her nipples were a bit hard, probably just from walking to the coffee room. She normally wears suits, but her jacket must have been off on the back of her chair. She was wearing a knee length black skirt, with a little slit off centre, and sheer nylons with a pair of black high heels that had an ankle strap. Each item was not "sexy" individually, but on her, the combination was dynamite, oozing sexy. Confident sexy.
I can see her in my minds eye.
She is smiling at me, perched on the edge of my sideboard behind my desk, in front of my window, blocking my view of the parking lot. Her skirt is a bit taunt across her thighs, and it has risen up a bit from her knees. I can see her nipples are getting harder thru the fabric of her blouse. She is leaning a bit forward, and I smell her. Oh, yes.
I start to stroke my very hard cock thru my trousers. My body is heating up with this vision.
I move my hand towards her knee, and feel the silky smooth hosiery. I slowly slide my hand up the outside of her leg, towards her thigh. I hear her breath suck in. I inch my chair closer, and her skirt moving up exposes her thighs, and the lace at the top of her thigh ups. I groan.
Oh I groan out loud. I unbuckle my belt, and unzip my trousers. My hard cock is aching to be stroked. I move my boxerbriefs down, and my hard thick cock springs out. My hand strokes softly while imaging she is moving her hand to unbutton her blouse. She is wearing a pale pink lacy demi-bra, with her nipples hard thru the fabric. I stand up, pulling her skirt up, and I lean forward and kiss her mouth. She moans into my mouth. I smell her. I breathe in deeply. Fuck, I love her smell. I move my face and mouth down her jaw, down her neck, into her blouse. My tongue finds her nipple. Hard. Erect. I softly suck, flick, suck harder and I hear her sigh her pleasure. I love the taste of her skin. I really want to taste her. I nudge my chair away, and get on my knees. Her skirt is already up part way, and both my hands move it further up. The sexy soft skin above the lace urges me to kiss it. Oh, the smell. And at this point, and place, I can smell her sexy wet smell of her pussy. I pull her skirt up farther. She moves to allow the skirt up further. Her beautiful round ass is sitting on my sideboard!!. She is wearing only a little wisp of a black lacy thong. I move my hand over, and gently move the thong away, exposing her bare pussy. The thong is wet and her lips look slick. I hook my fingers of both hands, and pull the wispy barrier down and off. I move her back on my sideboard, and my face finds her pussy. Wet, pouty lips waiting for me to French kiss them. My tongue wasting no time is slurping and sucking at those fucking sexy juices. Her slickness covers my mouth, lips, nose and chin. I feel her feet on my shoulders, and I look up. She is leaning back on one arm. The other, is playing with her exposed nipple. Fuck! So sexy! Her knees open further, and she is all mine. I work at getting her to cum. My tongue thickens and caresses and never leaves her mound. I feel her engorging. She will cum for me. I will make her gush. I never leave the spot, circling, licking, French kissing those sexy pouty lips. I feel her starting to respond with cumming for me. For my tongue. On my tongue. I hum, encouraging her orgasm. I feel her hand in my hair, pulling my face closer into her pussy. She is cumming. She is moaning her orgasm. I don't care if anyone hears her sounds of cumming. I lap up her juices.
I am stroking myself harder. My hands are both around my hard thick cock, moving quicker and quicker. My own orgasm is so close. I feel my balls full and hardening. I am going to cum for her. I twist my palm over the head of my cock, and I start to cum, a stream of thick cord, pulsing out of my hard cock. Oh my god. I am cumming for her. Pulse. Another stream of thick cum. Uhhhhhhh
I twitch as I come back to earth with a thud. I just orgasmed in my office! I look around. My door is still closed. I have a splatter of cum on my sideboard, and all over my hand. I reach over to the Kleenex box and wipe myself off. I pull up my boxerbriefs and trousers. I zip and buckle up. My heart is still thudding. With a new Kleenex I wipe my cum off the sideboard. I stand up, and my eyes go out to the parking lot. There she is, unlocking the door to her black Caddy, briefcase in hand. She stops and looks up, like she knows I am there, and sees me in my window. She smiles and then gets into her car.
I am stunned, my heart still thudding. I move my hand to my face, it is hot and blushing. I smell her on my hand. I swear - I smell her! I smell my shirt. I smell her.
|
Submitted by:
Bwitch
view profile
|
You have new unread mail messages!
Click here for your Inbox!
